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Sometimes, even an adventurer needs a backrub.
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IGNORE THIS, I WAS SLEEPY
Evahld finished his swig, giving a refreshed sigh and returning the everfull mug to the bag of holding.
"Well then! These mutant parasaurolophus are not our quarry! Onward, so that we might interrogate this dragon for the location of the asshole wizard who has kidnapped us, and claim its hoard of treasures!"
With long strides, he began the cascade of drinking songs again, a smile on his face. A foe worthy of his power, at last!
"Oh, what shall we do with the drunken sailor, what shall we do with the drunken sailor, what shall we do with the drunken sailor, early in the morning?"
"Well then! These mutant parasaurolophus are not our quarry! Onward, so that we might interrogate this dragon for the location of the asshole wizard who has kidnapped us, and claim its hoard of treasures!"
With long strides, he began the cascade of drinking songs again, a smile on his face. A foe worthy of his power, at last!
"Oh, what shall we do with the drunken sailor, what shall we do with the drunken sailor, what shall we do with the drunken sailor, early in the morning?"
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I have my gang.
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IN THE GRIM DARKNESS OF THE FAR FUTURE, WAR RAGES THROUGHOUT THE GALAXY. MANKIND IS UNDER SIEGE ON ALL SIDES FROM XENOS, HERETICS, AND THE TAINT OF CHAOS. THE SPACE MARINES, THE IMPERIUM'S FINEST SOLDIERS, BRING WAR TO THE ENEMIES OF MAN. THEIRS IS AN ENDLESS FIGHT, AS THEY WORK TO SAVE MANKIND FROM ALL ITS FOES.
(record needle scratch)
DIS AIN'T DERE STORY
SOMEWHERE IN DEEP SPACE, A BUNCH OF ORKS HAVE DONE DA IMPOSSIBLE! DEY'VE TRICKED DA IMPERIUM INTO THINKIN' DEY'Z SPESS MEHREENS! SPESS MEHREENS GET ALL DA BEST FIGHTS- SO IT'S ONLY FAIR DA BOYZ STEAL SOME OF DEM.
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So yeah. Deffwotch, a bunch of 'ardboys pretending to be Space Marines and relying on the ignorance of the Imperium's Citizens to do it.
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IN THE GRIM DARKNESS OF THE FAR FUTURE, WAR RAGES THROUGHOUT THE GALAXY. MANKIND IS UNDER SIEGE ON ALL SIDES FROM XENOS, HERETICS, AND THE TAINT OF CHAOS. THE SPACE MARINES, THE IMPERIUM'S FINEST SOLDIERS, BRING WAR TO THE ENEMIES OF MAN. THEIRS IS AN ENDLESS FIGHT, AS THEY WORK TO SAVE MANKIND FROM ALL ITS FOES.
(record needle scratch)
DIS AIN'T DERE STORY
SOMEWHERE IN DEEP SPACE, A BUNCH OF ORKS HAVE DONE DA IMPOSSIBLE! DEY'VE TRICKED DA IMPERIUM INTO THINKIN' DEY'Z SPESS MEHREENS! SPESS MEHREENS GET ALL DA BEST FIGHTS- SO IT'S ONLY FAIR DA BOYZ STEAL SOME OF DEM.
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So yeah. Deffwotch, a bunch of 'ardboys pretending to be Space Marines and relying on the ignorance of the Imperium's Citizens to do it.
"DOOOONALD WHERE'S YOUR TROUUUUSERS!" Evahld finished, dropping his sack of loot to the floor. The tinkling of coins and metalwork accompanied his heavy footfalls as he looked around the hotel lobby. He smiled, reaching in and raising his Everfull Mug upward, some of the magically created mead sloshing out. "Hail and well met, friends! Where is the wizard responsible for this glass building, the planeshifting, and the ominous tower? Buildings of glass and giant towers always lead back to wizards."
With that, he began a mighty swig from his flagon.
With that, he began a mighty swig from his flagon.
It's open and active, it just started up two months ago.
In Earth 616, the Avengers are alive and well, SHIELD still has a department to fight Godzilla, and there is a series about the feud of a trucker and a man who sold his soul to the devil to become the best trucker ever. These are events that are easily within my suspension of disbelief because the Marvel Universe is a glorious, insane place.
In Earth-Ultron-Fanfiction, your events happened. They are ridiculous.
In Earth-Ultron-Fanfiction, your events happened. They are ridiculous.
Doublepost, but the dimension puncher violates the entire point of the RP, and again, fundamental laws of the Marvel Universe.
Your version of Ultron... is not a crossover character. He has no personality beyond "CRUSH KILL DESTROY," he's painted as an invincible supergod, he's from an AU you created which violates fundamental cosmic laws of the Marvel Universe, and mind control and coma rays are huge nonos in any RP.
"Oooooh, I've just come down from the isle of Skye..."
A tall man- almost a full seven feet- clad in leather and homespun pants walked, singing old drinking songs and looking for a tavern or shopkeep, a sack of loot over his shoulder. Those were always a proper adventurer's stop upon finding a new town. Then off to the glowing giantass tower to smack an ancient evil and claim its stuff. Just an average Saturday night.
A tall man- almost a full seven feet- clad in leather and homespun pants walked, singing old drinking songs and looking for a tavern or shopkeep, a sack of loot over his shoulder. Those were always a proper adventurer's stop upon finding a new town. Then off to the glowing giantass tower to smack an ancient evil and claim its stuff. Just an average Saturday night.
The tech-priest whispered to Ethel, not bothering to activate the static at either end of his sentence.
"Okay, look buddy. I'm pretty sure the Sister's gonna shoot the guy again if she founds out he survived. He's breathing, barely, but I need you to help me make sure she doesn't go blowing the poor bastard's head off. The guy's probably got a family or something. Besides, I think you're the only one slick enough to save his life."
Soft, sure. But any mechanicus trainee knew that if you could repurpose a part- say, squeezing it for information or using it as a bargaining chip- it made no sense to get rid of it.
"Okay, look buddy. I'm pretty sure the Sister's gonna shoot the guy again if she founds out he survived. He's breathing, barely, but I need you to help me make sure she doesn't go blowing the poor bastard's head off. The guy's probably got a family or something. Besides, I think you're the only one slick enough to save his life."
Soft, sure. But any mechanicus trainee knew that if you could repurpose a part- say, squeezing it for information or using it as a bargaining chip- it made no sense to get rid of it.
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